saw some ish on tv that sparked this. enjoy...
in the lolo, witta dutch, so we burnin the dro slow
fuck the popo, we cant be fucked, n they know so
hammer the clutch, n bust that shit into fifth
sippin a fifth with no chaser, straight gettin it stiff
i'm the one thats choose tottin funds of gold
gotta hundred ho's. when suddenly the sun explodes
awakened...
by a constant pain that takes over my brain through my ears
my eyes open seein bodies of blood n pools of peers
i hear whistles over the ringing, cleared as mortar's drop
i picture my mom crying, dying inside of the coroners shop
horror stalks. chaos n violence bombard as the sirens alarm
my best friends chest's splits and then divides from his arm
blood, guts and mud bust in the air like fireworks
bombs open throwin a million pieces of lead inside our shirts
dying lurks as i'm hurt, but my vest bested the lead n
i look down to see my legs lessened by weapons
the few that survived are lined by the enemy, desiring god
dogged n spat upon, then executed by firing squads
a solider knocks on my mothers door back in america
hands her a letter, n says we're here to care for ya
the first couple nights, she cant even sleep
for weeks her souls damaged and its bleedin deep
now every morning she mourns, no more foldgers man she
dreams of me dying, like every other fallen soliders family
n damn g, it needs to be aware n then seen
bush has givin our country this new american dream
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